Spre apusul de jãratic
Cu livezi scãldate-n aur,
Trece-un nour singuratic
Alb ºi mare cât un taur.
Iar în urma lui s-abate,
Gata-gata sã-l ajungã,
Un þânþar cu coadã lungã
ªi cu aripi nemiºcate.
Creºte-n asfinþit pojarul.
Dealurile stau s-adoarmã.
Norul tace, dar þânþarul
Umple liniºtea de larmã…
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Our humanity has been so little explored and so little made available to us through art that sometimes we doubt it ourselves and live one-dimensional lives because that’s all we imagine can be possible. Literature, if it does nothing else, should stimulate one’s...